A Matter of Linguistics, Part 3 (Drabble)
Pairing: domestic!JongKey
Rating: R
Genre: tooth-rotting Fluff
Summary:It’s still early, but he knows a certain someone will be up and demanding attention shortly.
A/N: For the sake of continuity, let’s say that this is loosely inspired by Yoogeun’s brutal wake up calls. Also, I sort of consider this as the theme picture for this verse. Thanks for reading!
Part 1, Part 2
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Kibum stirs awake in the dim morning light filtering in through the drawn curtains only to close his eyes again and sigh into his pillow. The body against his chest is warm and, he soon realizes, still fast asleep. He eyes the clock standing near the bed blearily. It’s still early, but he knows a certain someone will be up and demanding attention shortly - and it isn’t Jonghyun.
Or so he thinks.
As carefully as he can, he untangles himself from the bed sheets and from Jonghyun only to let his hand slide up the elder’s bare side and trace over his shoulder blade. With a final press of his fingertips and a small, soundless kiss to his neck, Kibum straightens up and leaves the warmth of their bed to pad through the dim light over towards the closet. He fumbles a bit to find the handle and quietly slides it open so as to not wake the other. He strips off his pyjama pants and begins to look for a pair of fresh boxers but curses under his breath when his elbow nudges against a hanger and makes it screech against the metal pole. He rights the suit he had disturbed and stills for a moment but when all he can hear is the sound of his own breathing, he resumes his search and thinks that he should really remind Jonghyun to keep their closet in order. The fact that he can’t see all too well is not helping either; it takes a while but his hand eventually touches what seem like briefs.
He’s in the middle of tugging them out of their pile when he feels familiar hands settle on his hips and plush lips at his ear. Kibum momentarily forgets about the underwear and lets go of them when the hands pull him backwards, back towards the bed. He can feel and hear Jonghyun chuckle into his neck but his mind is still too muddled with sleep to react to any of it - so he lets Jonghyun wrap his arms around him and pull him into bed. Jonghyun climbs over him soon after and Kibum vaguely notices the imprinted crease on his cheek and his barely opened eyelids before he’s kissing him, all soothing warmth and slow breaths.
He kisses back, naturally, and can’t help but smile into it because of the way the other’s morning stubble tickles his upper lip. He can feel Jonghyun’s thumb run over his hipbone as he buries a hand in the other’s hair to play with the thick strands he loves to tug and comb through. When Jonghyun pulls back to drag his lips over his cheekbone, Kibum giggles at the feeling.
“When was the last time you shaved?” he asks lowly, teasing, and it earns him a pinch to his thigh and a nip at his ear.
“You’re one to talk,” comes the cocky answer and Kibum is instantly reminded of why he loves Jonghyun’s voice in the morning. It’s gruff and raw, hot against his skin and it makes him want to sink into the mattress and never get up. Still, he fakes a huff although he knows that Jonghyun can see right through it, evidence being the smiling lips that cover his own a second later.
Jonghyun pulls at the hem of his shirt, fiddling with it idly before sneaking his hand beneath it. Purposefully - Kibum is sure of it - he lets his palm drag over the younger’s stomach and upwards to rest flat on Kibum’s chest. It weighs down above his heart, making him sigh into the kiss, and no matter how many years pass, Kibum is convinced that Jonghyun’s hands on his body will always feel this good.
His hand slips to the side, brushing over a nipple just as Kibum can feel a tongue probing his own. He hears Jonghyun moan quietly when he lets him deepen their kiss, so he teases him by biting down on his lower lip. But Jonghyun is impatient, apparently, because his fingers tighten on Kibum’s side and his mouth is eager against his once more. Kibum frowns slightly because it’s moving a little fast for a lazy weekend morning, but then Jonghyun’s hips roll into his and he understands at once.
“Now?" Kibum breaks away to ask, suddenly hyper-aware of where this is all going.
“That’s what you get for not wearing pants,” Jonghyun mouths over his jaw, and Kibum can feel him grin against his neck a second later. “And, well, you said you wanted another kid yesterday, so…” Jonghyun doesn’t finish his sentence; he thinks it’s clear enough by the way he presses against Kibum and the younger’s thighs spread for him.
“You’re so stupid,” Kibum mutters, but the words are spoken fondly, with a smitten smile that makes Jonghyun feel like he can do anything and lets him know that this is where he belongs.
Jonghyun bites the younger’s clothed shoulder and then two pairs of hands are pulling off his pyjama pants, leaving him naked. He reaches up for a pillow, his other hand gliding down to Kibum’s lower back to help him lift his bottom as he tucks it beneath him.
“Why is it me?” Kibum asks, but his attempt at a whining tone is perfectly contradicted by the way his legs wrap around Jonghyun when he leans in above him.
“Because I’m horny,” and as though to validate himself, he presses up against Kibum with a lopsided smirk that still drives Kibum up the walls, “and it’s my turn anyway.”
“Is not,” the younger disagrees half-heartedly, distracted, because by then he doesn’t really care about much except for threading his fingers through Jonghyun’s hair and pulling him down for a kiss. ‘Stop talking’ it all means. So Jonghyun does just that.
***
Jonghyun’s breath is warm and moist against his neck, exposed from the way Kibum’s head is tilted backwards. He’s still panting when the elder’s arm slowly unhooks from beneath his knee, only for his hand to run up Kibum’s side and for his fingers to wrap around his waist. Kibum doesn’t know for how long they lie there but his breathing eventually evens out and everything feels loose, comfortable with Jonghyun’s solid presence against him. He lets his palms drag down Jonghyun's back, over the skin and muscles he knows so well when he suddenly feels the elder’s nose press into the sensitive skin behind his ear. He smiles, and Jonghyun starts nibbling on his ear which makes him chuckle breathlessly.
A soft sound sifts through the room and has Kibum raising his head instantly. Jonghyun goes still, with Kibum’s earlobe between his teeth, and surely enough a few seconds later another sound is heard from the baby monitor on their night table.
“Go,” Jonghyun teases, pushing Kibum off the bed before curling up in the sheets, claiming them, “you’re on weekend duty.”
Kibum almost falls off the edge but rights himself at the last second. He hits Jonghyun on the hip for good measure but the elder grabs his wrist and pulls him down to peck him on the lips.
“Don’t forget some pants,” he tells him, and Kibum bites his lower lip when he tries to kiss him again.
|| A Matter of Warmth
Rating: R
Genre: tooth-rotting Fluff
Summary:It’s still early, but he knows a certain someone will be up and demanding attention shortly.
A/N: For the sake of continuity, let’s say that this is loosely inspired by Yoogeun’s brutal wake up calls. Also, I sort of consider this as the theme picture for this verse. Thanks for reading!
Part 1, Part 2
____________________
Kibum stirs awake in the dim morning light filtering in through the drawn curtains only to close his eyes again and sigh into his pillow. The body against his chest is warm and, he soon realizes, still fast asleep. He eyes the clock standing near the bed blearily. It’s still early, but he knows a certain someone will be up and demanding attention shortly - and it isn’t Jonghyun.
Or so he thinks.
As carefully as he can, he untangles himself from the bed sheets and from Jonghyun only to let his hand slide up the elder’s bare side and trace over his shoulder blade. With a final press of his fingertips and a small, soundless kiss to his neck, Kibum straightens up and leaves the warmth of their bed to pad through the dim light over towards the closet. He fumbles a bit to find the handle and quietly slides it open so as to not wake the other. He strips off his pyjama pants and begins to look for a pair of fresh boxers but curses under his breath when his elbow nudges against a hanger and makes it screech against the metal pole. He rights the suit he had disturbed and stills for a moment but when all he can hear is the sound of his own breathing, he resumes his search and thinks that he should really remind Jonghyun to keep their closet in order. The fact that he can’t see all too well is not helping either; it takes a while but his hand eventually touches what seem like briefs.
He’s in the middle of tugging them out of their pile when he feels familiar hands settle on his hips and plush lips at his ear. Kibum momentarily forgets about the underwear and lets go of them when the hands pull him backwards, back towards the bed. He can feel and hear Jonghyun chuckle into his neck but his mind is still too muddled with sleep to react to any of it - so he lets Jonghyun wrap his arms around him and pull him into bed. Jonghyun climbs over him soon after and Kibum vaguely notices the imprinted crease on his cheek and his barely opened eyelids before he’s kissing him, all soothing warmth and slow breaths.
He kisses back, naturally, and can’t help but smile into it because of the way the other’s morning stubble tickles his upper lip. He can feel Jonghyun’s thumb run over his hipbone as he buries a hand in the other’s hair to play with the thick strands he loves to tug and comb through. When Jonghyun pulls back to drag his lips over his cheekbone, Kibum giggles at the feeling.
“When was the last time you shaved?” he asks lowly, teasing, and it earns him a pinch to his thigh and a nip at his ear.
“You’re one to talk,” comes the cocky answer and Kibum is instantly reminded of why he loves Jonghyun’s voice in the morning. It’s gruff and raw, hot against his skin and it makes him want to sink into the mattress and never get up. Still, he fakes a huff although he knows that Jonghyun can see right through it, evidence being the smiling lips that cover his own a second later.
Jonghyun pulls at the hem of his shirt, fiddling with it idly before sneaking his hand beneath it. Purposefully - Kibum is sure of it - he lets his palm drag over the younger’s stomach and upwards to rest flat on Kibum’s chest. It weighs down above his heart, making him sigh into the kiss, and no matter how many years pass, Kibum is convinced that Jonghyun’s hands on his body will always feel this good.
His hand slips to the side, brushing over a nipple just as Kibum can feel a tongue probing his own. He hears Jonghyun moan quietly when he lets him deepen their kiss, so he teases him by biting down on his lower lip. But Jonghyun is impatient, apparently, because his fingers tighten on Kibum’s side and his mouth is eager against his once more. Kibum frowns slightly because it’s moving a little fast for a lazy weekend morning, but then Jonghyun’s hips roll into his and he understands at once.
“Now?" Kibum breaks away to ask, suddenly hyper-aware of where this is all going.
“That’s what you get for not wearing pants,” Jonghyun mouths over his jaw, and Kibum can feel him grin against his neck a second later. “And, well, you said you wanted another kid yesterday, so…” Jonghyun doesn’t finish his sentence; he thinks it’s clear enough by the way he presses against Kibum and the younger’s thighs spread for him.
“You’re so stupid,” Kibum mutters, but the words are spoken fondly, with a smitten smile that makes Jonghyun feel like he can do anything and lets him know that this is where he belongs.
Jonghyun bites the younger’s clothed shoulder and then two pairs of hands are pulling off his pyjama pants, leaving him naked. He reaches up for a pillow, his other hand gliding down to Kibum’s lower back to help him lift his bottom as he tucks it beneath him.
“Why is it me?” Kibum asks, but his attempt at a whining tone is perfectly contradicted by the way his legs wrap around Jonghyun when he leans in above him.
“Because I’m horny,” and as though to validate himself, he presses up against Kibum with a lopsided smirk that still drives Kibum up the walls, “and it’s my turn anyway.”
“Is not,” the younger disagrees half-heartedly, distracted, because by then he doesn’t really care about much except for threading his fingers through Jonghyun’s hair and pulling him down for a kiss. ‘Stop talking’ it all means. So Jonghyun does just that.
***
Jonghyun’s breath is warm and moist against his neck, exposed from the way Kibum’s head is tilted backwards. He’s still panting when the elder’s arm slowly unhooks from beneath his knee, only for his hand to run up Kibum’s side and for his fingers to wrap around his waist. Kibum doesn’t know for how long they lie there but his breathing eventually evens out and everything feels loose, comfortable with Jonghyun’s solid presence against him. He lets his palms drag down Jonghyun's back, over the skin and muscles he knows so well when he suddenly feels the elder’s nose press into the sensitive skin behind his ear. He smiles, and Jonghyun starts nibbling on his ear which makes him chuckle breathlessly.
A soft sound sifts through the room and has Kibum raising his head instantly. Jonghyun goes still, with Kibum’s earlobe between his teeth, and surely enough a few seconds later another sound is heard from the baby monitor on their night table.
“Go,” Jonghyun teases, pushing Kibum off the bed before curling up in the sheets, claiming them, “you’re on weekend duty.”
Kibum almost falls off the edge but rights himself at the last second. He hits Jonghyun on the hip for good measure but the elder grabs his wrist and pulls him down to peck him on the lips.
“Don’t forget some pants,” he tells him, and Kibum bites his lower lip when he tries to kiss him again.
|| A Matter of Warmth